Songtext
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
in the gucci store I drop checks Anywhere I be the best dressed
And a bitch i'm not tryna impress That's some shit that make me upset
My bitch look like J ortega wit my glasses on like Lil Tecca
She fuck wit me cause I'm better real lova in I got chedda
Stain on the balmain sweater Hit it from the back it feel better
When you gettin' racks, It feel better When you count'n cash, It feel better
I sign a slip walkin' out the bank I sign a tit walkin' backstage
I made a hundred bands playin' ranked I threw a lot of ones in the bay
Say she need me, I got her that way I need cheese, I want a parlay
I'm in the front seat to LA He thought he was teed up, that's a phase
I got some real shooters like Faze I wanna count cream all day
I got GG on when I skate And I put CC on my bitch face
Yeah, yeah
Levontay Taylor
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